Auction Room: Darcy and Seraphina
It was difficult to keep up with the bidding; very few people said anything and yet the amount kept going up. Even though he struggled to understand what was going on though, Darcy was quite pleased with how things were going. Despite being older and more sullied than Masaki had intended he would be when going to auction, he was selling, and selling meant getting a new master. He wouldn't be going back to those cramped little holding cells anymore.
Somebody spoke and Darcy turned to see who it was. A red haired woman in the audience - the same red haired woman who'd smiled at him earlier on - had made a higher offer, one which, as he looked around nobody seemed willing to match.
But...she was a woman. Why was she buying him? Did she realise that he wasn't a girl?
With nobody else biting, the auctioneer's gavel came down and Darcy was sold to the red haired woman with the nice smile. Handlers came to remove him as he silently panicked over his fate; Darcy had been so desperate to have a new master, he'd never once imagined that it might be a woman. What on earth could she possibly want with him?